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(Boudleaux Bryant - Jimmy Dickens)

A lots of folks have told me I got poor
For I got right a winter apple picked up in the fall
But even as a young'n I was not the bashful type
'Cause I could yell up loud to stop them all.

I'm little but I'm loud, I'm poor but I'm proud
I'm countrified and I don't care who knows it
I'm like a Banty Rooster in a big red rooster crowd
I'm puny, short and little but I'm loud.

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I learned to do my singing walking long behind a plow
The singing teacher always passed me by
And so I had to sing the only way I know how
Just rear back, open up and let her fly.

Well, I'm little but I'm loud, I'm poor but I'm proud
I'm countrified and I don't care who knows it
I'm like a Banty Rooster in a big red rooster crowd
I'm puny, short and little but I'm loud.

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Well, I sang a special solo song in church one Sunday morn
And I was plumbin' barest to my skin
I hit a high and turn around and as sure as I was born
Two cows and fourteen herses come walking in.

I'm little but I'm loud, I'm poor but I'm proud
I'm countrified and I don't care who knows it
I'm like a Banty Rooster in a big red rooster crowd
I'm puny, short and little but I'm loud.

I'm puny, short and little but I'm loud...
(Boudleaux Bryant - Jimmy Dickens)      A lots of folks have told me I got poor   For I got right a winter apple picked up in the fall   But even as a young'n I was not the bashful type   'Cause I could yell up loud to stop them all.      I'm little but I'm loud, I'm poor but I'm proud   I'm countrified and I don't care who knows it   I'm like a Banty Rooster in a big red rooster crowd   I'm puny, short and little but I'm loud.      --- Instrumental ---      I learned to do my singing walking long behind a plow   The singing teacher always passed me by   And so I had to sing the only way I know how   Just rear back, open up and let her fly.      Well, I'm little but I'm loud, I'm poor but I'm proud   I'm countrified and I don't care who knows it   I'm like a Banty Rooster in a big red rooster crowd   I'm puny, short and little but I'm loud.      --- Instrumental ---      Well, I sang a special solo song in church one Sunday morn   And I was plumbin' barest to my skin   I hit a high and turn around and as sure as I was born   Two cows and fourteen herses come walking in.      I'm little but I'm loud, I'm poor but I'm proud   I'm countrified and I don't care who knows it   I'm like a Banty Rooster in a big red rooster crowd   I'm puny, short and little but I'm loud.      I'm puny, short and little but I'm loud...